in my room at work there's this grate that covers the opening to the basement of the building the daycare is in. we affectionately call it the dungeon. the dungeon is believed to be used for various things such as harboring a troll who we like to feed children we don't find agreeable to and a sausage factory we also like to send children to when they whine.
really, it's just an opening to the gross, dank basement where the heater is located. these three girls periodically will peer down, into the blackness in an attempt to see the troll. today they said that not only did they hear the troll and maybe saw a little bit of him, but he also smells like farts.